Chapter Twelve
Early the next morning, Sarah walked into her room. She saw Betty sleeping in Seth's embrace, with her head on his chest and her hand clasped around his cock, which was standing proudly. Sarah wished she had a camera handy. Too bad, she thought, taking a close look at her naked brother before she climbed onto the bed next to him. "Time to get up, Seth," she whispered.
"OK, Sar," he mumbled.
He started to move when he realized that his sister's voice did not come from the head on his chest. His eyes popped open and he looked up to see his sister smiling down at him, then he looked down and saw Betty's head on his chest and her hand around his cock.
"Hey!" he yelped, sitting up and knocking Betty off of him. He grabbed the blanket and covered his crotch.
"Really?" Sarah asked. "After last night?"
"Really!" Seth roared.
"OK, I'll turn around while you get dressed. You have to go to class soon." Sarah turned quickly and asked, "Are you sure you don't want Betty to take care of that woody before you go?"
"I'll do it!" Betty assured eagerly. She had moved to sit against the wall.
Seth struggled into his pants and took a breath. "Sarah, sorry. You startled me. Thanks for the birthday present. It was great." He leaned over the bed and kissed Betty. "Thank you, too."
"My pleasure, for sure!" Betty grinned broadly.
Seth kissed Sarah on the cheek before he left. "Mmmm, Eau d' Betty's Pussy," Sarah commented.
"You should try it some time," Seth said with a smug look, then he was gone.
Sarah turned and stalked towards Betty, crawling until she knelt between her knees. "Did you do well?" she questioned the satiated girl.
"I think so, Sarah. I think that your brother was quite satisfied."
"And you?" Sarah inquired.
"For his first time, he was amazing," Betty gushed. "The best solo straight sex I've ever had."
"That was a lot of qualifications," Sarah observed.
"What can I say? I'm a slut," Betty chuckled.
"Yes, but now you're my slut," Sarah said, caressing Betty's cheek. Betty purred.
"You do know that I share everything with my brother, right?" Sarah asked Betty.
Betty nodded.
"That means there are no secrets between us. I'm going to find out exactly what happened last night in exquisite detail, and he knows everything that I've done to you," Sarah explained.
Betty blushed, but just nodded. "I sort of figured that would be the case. You are closer than any brother and sister that I know."
"But it also means something else," Sarah continued. "I said we share everything, and that includes you as well. If Seth tells you to do something, it's as if I were saying it. If he wants you to suck off his friends, you'll do it, right?"
"Happily," Betty said. She really did have a good time last night.
"OK, get dressed; you have class," Sarah instructed.
"I just need to shower," Betty replied.
"No you don't," Sarah disagreed.
"But I smell like sex!" Betty blurted. And she did. She reeked of it. Sarah could even see sperm leaking from her pussy.
"I know, and just imagine how good that will make the people sitting next to you feel," Sarah countered.
Betty looked like she was going to argue the point, but then she just said, "OK, Sarah."
They got dressed and went to their classes. That night, Sarah visited with Betty to find out how she felt about the previous night's activities. She discovered that Betty would be quite happy to do it again any night, over and over, though she'd prefer that Sarah were there, too.
After the events of the birthday, Sarah's questions of bisexuality pretty much disappeared. Only a few days later, during another massage, Sarah didn't object when Betty's fingers slipped over her ass and over her pussy lips, and then, when Betty heard no complaining, into her pussy. When Betty asked her to turn over, Sarah just acquiesced, and Betty worked her way up from Sarah's feet until her face was firmly planted in Sarah's crotch. Betty brought Sarah to two orgasms that night, and two the next. Sarah reciprocated the following evening, and from there on out, she made use of Betty as often as she felt like it. Interestingly enough, no matter how long Betty spent in bed with Sarah, when Sarah awoke in the morning Betty was in her little nest at the foot of Sarah's bed.
Sarah's sexual escapades served to loosen her up for the aloofness that she exhibited in high school. Sarah was still a virgin — well, to men anyway — because she never found someone that she thought would be permanent enough to give her virginity to. During her first months at school, however, after being exposed to sexual activities both with Betty as well in the visits that she had with numerous students getting it on, Betty realized that she was missing out on quite a bit of fun, and that she just had to like the person, not love them.
The person that Sarah chose to lose her virginity to was John. There were a number of criteria that she used to pick him. First, she had to like him. She met John in her Intro to Psychology class and they hit it off. John seemed quite nice, and they flirted regularly. Second, he had to be cute, and at 6' 1", brown hair, hazel eyes and a body that spent at least three days a week in the gym, John was eminently qualified. Third and fourth, he had to be basically an upstanding person, not a sleazebag, and he had to be a good lay. Sarah was able to confirm these requirements by manipulating him into a position where she could visit in his mind. She realized that it was not the most ethical of actions, but she wanted to make sure that her first time was good, and she didn't expect John to be a long term relationship.
John asked her out after a Thursday class, and Sarah accepted. The agreed to go out to a bar the next night and do a little dancing. As Sarah had hoped, she had quite a nice time with John, both of them getting a little tipsy, though neither of them got completely sloshed. Sarah enjoyed dancing with John, and she particularly liked the way that he held her tight, smushing her breasts into his chest while his arms were wrapped around her.
When they were finished with bar, John asked, "What now?"
"Let's go back to my room," Sarah replied.
"Are you sure?" John asked with a grin, though he certainly knew what he wanted the answer to be.
Sarah nodded.
"What about your roommate?" he asked.
"She's out for the evening," Sarah informed him. That was actually a little bit of a lie. True, Betty would not be in the room. When Sarah left the bar, she texted Betty, 'Now'; when Betty got the text, she went into the closet and started wrapping a rope around her ankles, her calves and her chest. She wanted to wrap her wrists as well, but Sarah would not let her do that until she had arrived in the room. Sarah had explained that if she were delayed in any way, and anything untoward happened in the dorm — fire, flood or the like — she wanted to make sure that Betty could escape. However when Betty heard Sarah enter the room, she took the rope that she had pre-tied, slipped it over her wrists, tightened it with her teeth, then slipped the loop over a hook that they had placed in the ceiling. Betty could now hear what was going on in the room, but she could not move, and she dared not make a sound for fear of discovery. She shuddered to think about what Sarah would do to her if she messed up her night by freaking out John.
Sarah was a kind Mistress, but a firm one. While Betty was quite compliant and subservient, she did occasionally slip up and disobey or forget Sarah's commands, and Sarah had proven herself quite inventive at punishing her little slave girl. When Betty had hesitated at obeying one of Sarah's commands for fear of embarrassing herself in front of some other girls on the floor, Sarah made her masturbate in the shower, cumming over and over again, loudly, as various girls from the floor popped in and out of the bathroom.
Another time, Sarah had unbuttoned Betty's shirt just before class, so that if she leaned over in the slightest her breast would be visible. Even worse, Sarah had instructed Betty that if some kind soul informed her that she had misbuttoned her shirt, she was to say, "Thank you, but I know. It's just that it makes my pussy gush every time I realize that someone has seen my tit."
Those humiliations, along with other punishments, made Betty desperate not to do anything that would really piss off her Mistress, and messing up her deflowering would definitely fall into that category.
When Sarah and John stumbled into the room, and Sarah pushed him down onto her bed, straddling his hips. She kissed him deeply, enjoying the interplay with his tongue and the feel of his hands running up and down her back. Then she abruptly broke the kiss and sat up. In seconds she had pulled her shirt and bra off, leaving her magnificent tits exposed to John. She let him admire them briefly before she fell back onto him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth again.
John grabbed her and rolled her over, grinding his erect cock into her jean covered pussy. He slid down her body a little and took a nipple into his mouth. Sarah gasped. She loved it when Betty played with her tits, but she thought she loved it more when John's rough mouth did it, his cock grinding into her thigh. He slowly started moving down to her pants, when Sarah panted, "Wait."
John looked up at her expectantly.
"I have to tell you something," she said.
"Don't tell me you're really a guy!" John exclaimed.
"Do these look like they belong on a guy?" she asked, hefting her tits. "Do you think that these pants could hide a pack of gum, much less a dick?"
"Then what?" he asked.
"I want you to fuck me very much, and I just know I'm going to love it, but you need to know that this is my first time."
"You're kidding!" John exclaimed, thinking that her being a guy was a more likely possibility.
"Nope. I'm a virgin," she confirmed.
John was put off a little, but Sarah's clear eagerness, in addition to her smoking body and his insane horniness, made his actions a foregone conclusion. He continued moving down Sarah's body, unsnapping her jeans and pulling - or rather peeling - them off her legs. Sarah was left in just a tiny pair of panties, which John nosed out of the way so he could dip his tongue into her. Her excitement was once again evident, and she didn't allow him much time with his face between her legs before she demanded that he fuck her.
"Now!" she insisted. "I don't want any more pussy licking! I want a cock! I want your cock! And I want it now!"
John stood up and quickly shed his pants, shirt and everything else. He practically jumped between Sarah's legs, leaning over her and giving her a rough, deep kiss. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"You're quite the gentleman, but yes, dammit! Fuck me!"
John put his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed in. It was tight, but wet enough that he slipped in easily. He slooowwwwly pushed in, meeting no resistance, until he was completely seated in her.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
Sarah grimaced a little, the stretching causing a little pain, but she knew intense pleasure was just around the corner, so she said, "Oh yeah! Now move your ass!" She slapped his ass to punctuate her point, and John smiled and started moving.
He began with easy strokes, but he increased the pace as he felt her thrusting her hips up toward him. He got really worked up as he watched Sarah building to her climax. Her face reddened, her breathing became ragged and her eyes started to glaze over. John was watching her face, so he saw exactly when Sarah felt her first cock-induced orgasm. Sarah's eyes opened wide, she stretched her neck and arched her back and shrieked in pleasure. John pushed his mouth over hers to quite her screams; they were, after all, in a dorm. He didn't realize that her neighbors were well acquainted with her screams of delight.
He rode her through her cum, and then she got a fierce look in her eyes as she grabbed his ass and started chanting, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" while thrusting her hips at him and squeezing her pussy around his cock. That kind of encouragement was too hard to take and as he tensed to cum, she gasped, "Yes! Shoot your cum right into me!"
John considered that request and he felt that it was a reasonable one, so he did as she asked. As if he could have done anything different! He tensed and locked up, his cum streaming out of his cock and deep into her pussy. They both groaned in relief.
John collapsed on top of Sarah, both of them panting heavily. They kissed lazily and generally enjoyed the afterglow, until John's cock softened enough to pop out.
"Ooooh!" Sarah groaned at the loss.
John laughed, his ego swelling at the satisfaction that Sarah had clearly received. They kissed a bit more and then John said he needed to go to the bathroom to clean up.
"OK, I'll just clean up here. Just knock on the door before you come back in."
John kissed her before he left, and Sarah quickly got up and locked the door behind him. Then she threw the closet door open, slipped the rope off the hook and pulled Betty to the floor, positioning her between her legs. Betty didn't hesitate, sticking her tongue in deeply, trying to pull out all the delicious cum.
"Mmmm, like that you little cum-lapper?" Sarah asked rhetorically. Betty had no chance to answer as Sarah pulled her face deeper into her crotch. "You don't have much time, so hurry up! He'll be back soon!"
Sarah gave Betty another minute of fun before pulling away and yanking her standing, slipping the rope back over the hook. She looked at the naked, bound girl in front of her, her face glistening in cum, and she smiled. Then she closed the door and unlocked the door to the room.
Betty had finished just in time, because just as Sarah hit the bed, she heard a light knock on the door. "Come in," she called, with a sexy burr in her voice.
The door opened and John stood there, looking her over, enjoying how her naked body glistened with sweat. "You didn't even ask who it was," John noted.
"Well, I'm still pretty horny, so I figured that the first person through that door would get to fuck me. Interested?"
John smiled, kicking the door closed behind him and losing his clothes on the way to the bed, but he stopped half way there. While Sarah watched him curiously, he walked around the foot of the bed and reached behind Betty's beanbag. He picked up two items: a hank of rope and a pair of nipple clips.
"Interesting," John said blandly.
Sarah blushed.
"And this from a virgin?" John asked.
"They're Betty's," Sarah prevaricated.
"Mmmm, do you think she'd mind if we borrowed them?" he asked, starting to uncoil the rope.
"What are you going to do with me?" Sarah asked, half playfully, half fearfully.
"I'm going to tie you up, my dear," he replied in a horrendous accent. "Then, when I have you helpless, I will have my way with you! Bwuuuu hahahahahah!"
"Oh no!" Sarah shrieked phonily.
John jumped up and the bed, and with Sarah's help, he soon had her hands tied together and stretched over her head, bound to the headboard. Sarah reflected on the fact that just a few days ago she'd had Betty trussed up the same way as she fucked her with a dildo. There was no dildo, but after he clipped on the nipple clamps, something Sarah did not mind at all, John started fucking her with something infinitely better than a dildo. Sarah realized that a dildo was just no match for a warm, hard, throbbing cock.
John managed to bring Sarah to three orgasms before he came again. It must have been the ropes and clamps, Sarah decided, because she was way turned on. But John collapsing on her chest made the clamps more painful than fun, so she had to ask him to remove them. He complied, but left her hands tied up while he gently played with her breasts.
"Mmmm, maybe I should leave you here for your roommate to find?" John pondered.
"That wouldn't be too good of an idea," Sarah said. "What if she doesn't come back for hours?"
"Too true," he said sadly. He reached up and untied her wrists. He glanced at the clock and said, "It's getting late."
"OK," Sarah said, not offended. She wanted him out, too. He kissed her, got his clothes on, then kissed her goodnight, stopping one last time at the door to take in her naked body sprawled on the bed. He blew her a kiss, then left.
Betty waited about five minutes to be sure that he was gone, her fingers gently playing with the cum oozing out of her pussy. Then she called, "Get out here, you lazy wench!"
Sarah waited as she heard Betty thumping around the closet, then the door pushed open and Betty sprawled out, still tied up.
"You left the rope out," Sarah said, fingering it.
"I'm sorry," Betty said as she crawled towards the bed, writhing on the floor like a snake.
"That's alright," Sarah said. "It all worked out in the end. Now come get your treat."
Betty moved forward and dragged herself up onto the bed, wiggling up until she had her head firmly between Sarah's thighs, and Sarah did not release her until she had two more orgasms. She was definitely going to use the Betty Pussy Cleaning service after every time she fucked in the future!